Today I'll be retreating from my usual grown-up responsibilities and doing what matters most -- enjoying life. It's the last week of summer vacation for my two children. I've reached the end of my tutoring gig this semester and I've got a handful of days this week where I'm not teaching yoga or dance classes.
The kids and I have scheduled a mini-vacation with my brother and his family at the beach. It's nothing fancy. It's the simplest kind of fun.
This morning it begins. I've decided to eat like a kid for breakfast--maybe Frosted Flakes with strawberry milk. Then, we will gather up all our stuffed animals and jam them into a suitcase to come with us, so none of them get lonely. We will try to take the goldfish to the beach, but then decide he won't like the saltwater. We will check into the hotel and jump from one bed to the other because there are crocodiles snapping at our ankles. We'll put on our sunglasses and hats and pretend to spy on the other hotel guests, then we'll take turns pressing all of the elevator buttons. We'll call down to the front desk with silly voices and ask request them to bring us something random, like clean undies or a case of green slime. We will race down the stairs to the beach, jumping in the pool on the way, screaming and laughing as we tear across the sand to build ourselves not a sandcastle, but an entire metropolis for our lego guys. We'll bury them alive and then dig them out. We will hold hands and jump over the surf until we all fall in the water in exhaustion. We'll wait until the very last minute to pee and have to go in the waves as we giggle and drift with the tides.
We'll do all of this today. And tomorrow? It's another adventure.
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